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So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

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So, I’m sippin’ my giant coffee, and I see this old dude on the bench. He’s feeding pigeons, right? And I’m thinkin’, “Man, that’s gotta be the most peaceful thing ever.” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and snatches a piece of bread right outta his hand! I’m dying laughing. The guy just stares, like he’s seen a ghost. I mean, come on, it’s just a bird!